The farther end of this extraordinary promenade was blocked by a mass of
rock, but upon examination I found a narrow alley which led to the rear,
and communicated with a vast internal passage, dimly illuminated with an
amber light coming from above, and falling about the walls in strange
scintillations of green, purple, blue, crimson and gold. I stood for a
moment staring in surprise, and then, overcome with curiosity, walked
into the interior. The corridor in which I found myself was at a right
angle to the esplanade, and ran directly into the mountain. It was of
vast height, although the peculiar configuration prevented my gaining
any accurate knowledge of its altitude, as the light filtered through
semi-transparent masses above, whose distance from the floor was
irregular and difficult to estimate.
The gloom of twilight reigned about me, but the coloring was of a
splendor indescribable. Above, below, around were these spark-like
points of illumination, shifting and changing like the twinkling of
stars, or the flash of precious stones, and of every conceivable color
and tone. I wandered on in stupid amazement, wondering whither it would
lead. The passage seemed interminable, and of ever increasing splendor.
The illumination from above would change from amber to erubescence, and
then it would fall upon my path in sudden rifts of green or gold, and
then return to its original amber tint again.
At last I came to what was undoubtedly an indication of life, and of
human life, too, for here at the end of the corridor was a door. Not a
common door, but a great cumbersome stone portal, which was made to
swing in a socket at the end. I stopped before this emblem of humanity
in awe. What was beyond it? I listened, but no sound came from within.
A massive chain of gold was hung from the point where with us a lock or
latch is affixed, and I could not doubt that it was intended as a handle
to pull upon. My curiosity was wrought to the highest pitch, and I
longed to grasp that chain and swing open the aperture. Twice my hand
was upon it, and twice I drew it away in terror; but at last, trembling
with excitement, and overcome with an unholy desire to solve the mystery
within, I seized it and pulled with all my might. The door swung open,
and I stood face to face with an extraordinary sight.
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